PenPen β’ all pronouns β’ PH .α
β β A SILENT CRY LASHED OUT FROM WITHIN ME . . . β
The smell of paint is heavy in the air, invading your senses. Completely overwhelming you. You see now, aside from you, there is a lone person in the middle of the room. Obsessively whipping their paint brush on the canvas, eyes locked in focus. They do not care for the stains on their arms nor do they seem to notice you at all. Eyes that never leave the canvas for even just a moment. Perhaps, this is beauty. To be enslaved, trapped in a world where your passion, almost obsession, reigns. To obsess over minor details and major flaws. This is art. This is true art.
βThis penguin is feeling : (β δΊΊβ Β β β’Νβ α΄β β’Νβ ) β¬β©β«βͺ
β This penguin's commissions are: Open !
β This penguin's requests are: Open !
Welcome, dear beastie, to my blog! Unfortunately, I'm quite preoccupied so I am unable to attend to your needs. No matter, I've prepared a set of cards with my information so that your journey here is not for naught. Shall we, beastie?
@technicallysomeone is my NSFW account. Please be normal about them.
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